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Slayer or Layer 39

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon

Lorkos did his best to keep track of his children during the slow pregnancy, but as he swelled more and more, he started to lose the ability to leave the cave and tend to them. They came to visit him, often bringing food and other things that he needed, though always more than he actually required, what with the way that the male dragon that occupied the caves had been seeing to his needs. It was a comfort, though, and one that he was grateful to have from them. They were learning about Pack, and that meant that they were doing their best to apply those lessons to what they had around them.

He was never quite sure if they were following the concept of Pack or the concept that he was their Lithia with that, but either way, it meant that things were going well.

As he continued to bloat, though, he became aware of the fact that the other females from the village were starting to take up residence in the caverns. He didn't realize it until he heard their moans and groans a week or three into his own pregnant rest, and it was only when he asked that they told him that the females were making their way in. When he asked why, nobody seemed to have an answer. It was just some sort of behavior that they all indulged in for some reason.

Regardless, there was a comfort to be had with it, and Lorkos soon found himself calling out in roars and groans down the tunnels, giving in to instincts that he didn't know were there. All he knew was that they applied to the situation, and he felt good when he did it.

However, as the time came closer and closer for laying, he started to feel...strange. Slow. Sluggish, in a way, almost like something was going off in his head. He groaned under his breath, laying on his side as his daughter Lia came to visit.

"Mmmph..."

"Is something the matter, Lithia?"

"I don't feel well."

"What's the matter?"

"Just...slow. Hard to think. Feeling...big."

And there it was again, the difficulty in speaking going along with thinking. It was like it was hard to remember how to do it, how to put the words to the thoughts, how to make things come out right. He groaned under his breath, rolling his head down over his forepaws. Lia watched him, sitting beside him.

"I think you're close."

"What do you mean?"

"It's a memory, but dragons turn different, sometimes, when they are going to lay many eggs. They remember the feral times, and they start going back to instincts."

"Mmmph...You think...that's happening...now?"

"The other females are doing it."

"Even the...regular ones?"

Lia nodded.

"...Great."

That meant that the curse was probably back in full swing. It had already transformed and made it easier for the females in the village to get pregnant. Now it was probably messing with all the other females, making sure that as many eggs as possible were laid with dragons in them rather than kobolds or lizards.

Ashin...why...

Yet, as much as he wanted to lay this at Ashin's feet, this was at least partially his fault. He had been the one that had gone to such extraordinary lengths to defy the curse and to break it, even when he had been told that it would get worse. Now, he had to suffer through it, and so did all the others.

He groaned as he felt like his head was being filled with cotton, stuffed full of it and made stupider and stupider. He didn't know how to handle it, and so he just complained, laying there and floating through the discomfort. Lia stayed with him, rubbing his side as his womb grumbled from how many eggs were stuffed in there.

#

Another day passed, and Lia's guess proved to be correct. As the contractions of the eggs moving around inside of him slowly grew, Lorkos found it all but impossible to think. He could remember that he was a he, and he could remember that he had something to do after the pregnancy, but past that, he had nothing. His mind was empty save for the purpose of getting the eggs out and protecting them from any dangers that the world might throw at him, or throw at them.

With the help of his children, he'd managed to waddle to a hole in the ground, one that they had dug out for him. They supported him, two of them helping to keep his hind legs from cramping up as he squatted down, as the eggs started to push out, as his muscles started to twitch and spasm from the stress.

Lorkos could feel the other females in the caverns, could feel the various feral roars that echoed through the stone. Despite everything, there was a community of sorts between them, a feeling that ran through the stone and connected mind to mind to mind. No male was allowed, save for those among the children, and even they were careful.

The feral dragon twitched, feeling one of the eggs making its way down his inner walls. He groaned, growled, arched his back slightly, only for his children to pull his hips back down again. The eggs were bigger this time, so big that they were making him feel them all the way down. This...this was different to the eggs of the drakes, or the other things that he had laid in his time.

This was the real thing.

The roaring in the tunnels got louder, the various females all giving in to their own instincts. He could feel the pleasure and pain that rippled through the stone, the anger and the hurt and the pleasure and the bliss that came with the birth of their eggs. Lorkos felt it, added it to his own, and growled deep in his throat as his head thrashed about back and forth on the end of his long neck.

"Raaaaaaagh!"

The pleasure-pain of laying was far stronger this time, and he could feel the first egg dropping down between his hind legs, pressing at the vent that was just starting to stretch for it. His sex was already fairly stretched from all the work that he had been doing to get it ready for this, but this was something...something far stronger, something far more intense. He growled as the narrower tip of the egg started to push down, parting him open.

Inside, the bigger, thicker tip was still trying to get free, slowly pushing, slowly swelling against him. He groaned, growled, roared, and growled again, pushing, stretching, pushing. The egg slid out of him, then pulled back in, always held up at the thickest point, always delaying at that heavy, almost painful part.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

If he'd been conscious of things, if he'd been able to think, he would have tried things. As it was, he just followed instinct. Suffer, push, moan. Slick juices started to flow out of him, thick and heavy enough to form puddles in the hole in the floor. The more his juices flowed, the slicker his insides became.

Another push, another stretch, the egg reaching so far down that the widest point touched his outer lips. For a moment, it felt almost ready to fall.

Then it slipped back in, almost all the way back. He groaned, feeling the other eggs already falling, the tip of the next one starting to grind on the tip of the one furthest down. It started to slide out again -

A feral roar from down the tunnels announced that one of the other females had finally laid her first egg. Lorkos growled, roaring back, a congratulations that had no words and all the meaning that it needed.

One by one, the various females continued laying their eggs, and he fought to have his eggs slide free. The children were the only ones with him physically, as no other males were there. No other males were allowed. They were all seen as dangers, dangers to the eggs, to the young before they could hatch.

Lorkos didn't even know how he knew this. He just knew it in his bones, something that refused to leave him, refused to be forgotten. The eggs had to be protected, had to be kept safe, no matter what.

It was some mother's instinct that he had avoided in all his other encounters, but now, it had seized him, just like everything else that he had tried to ignore had come back. Like all aspects of the curse, it had grown more and more powerful until there was nothing that could hold it back. Lorkos groaned, his hind legs spreading ever further, his sex dripping into the hole as the egg came again.

"Push, Lithia, push."

The words meant nothing to the dragon. He had gone almost completely feral now, only instinct left to him. The eggs, the eggs. They were coming, and they were almost free now, almost out of him. He pushed down -

POP!

The first egg came free, and it slid down into the hole. The relief from that was palpable, and it almost shook him from the trance of need that had settled upon him. Almost, but not quite. There were more eggs to come.

Now, however, he'd been loosened. The pain was almost nonexistent after that, and only pleasure was felt as the eggs started sliding down that loosened hole. One after another popped free, bringing pleasure that was fogged over by the feral instincts to care. He wanted to turn, to lick the eggs that had come free, to check them over, but the children kept him from turning, kept him from moving. They made sure that he kept laying.

And lay he did, more than any other single laying since the kobolds. He groaned, grunted, even roared at times when the big ones came down the chute. Every time that a new one passed, he felt a moment of relief, even happiness, before his focus went to the next one inside of him.

The roars further down the caverns started to die off. Each of the other females had fewer eggs inside of them than he did, most bearing only one. Even the most fertile of them had only carried six.

He had already laid a dozen, and he could feel two more coming.

"Push, Lithia, push."

The encouragement of his children carried him through, and soon, the last two popped out, one after the other. Lorkos roared in final, exhausted glory, and then collapsed around the hole. He set to licking the eggs clean, dragging his tongue over them and moving between them. There were many of them, all solid, all strong. None had been cracked by the misfortune that had befallen him over and over again during his pregnancy.

They were safe.

The children helped gather them together for him, and Lorkos licked them gently, blessing them in the feral way. They chuckled, leaving the room as they chatted with each other.

"Do you think Lithia will be okay?" one asked.

"It'll pass. They'll come back."

"I hope so. They're really feral."

"It comes with being a mom, Lia said."

"Heh, well, she'd know."

Lorkos didn't know what that meant, but didn't mind. He laid his head down over the eggs, spread his wings over them like a blanket, and slowly closed his eyes. It was time to rest, and time to wait.

#

Another week passed. During that time, no male was allowed in the caves. Those that snuck in were bitten, chased and harried from the tunnels by every female within reach. Those that didn't need immediate medical attention afterward were given a lecture by the male dragon that had been keeping them out.

"They're crazy until hatching. Leave them be," the great dragon said.

And as the week passed, the females remained quite crazy. Even Lorkos was immensely territorial, only allowing his children close. Even they had to make sure that they announced themselves, and they were only allowed near the eggs if he could watch.

Eventually, however, the week passed, and the hatchings began. With each successive 'birth', the females started to come to their senses. It was as if a fog had been lifted from their minds, and they were quick to take their young - the feral females and anthro alike - with them to the surface, bearing them in their arms or on their back. The little dragons were mostly of the two-legged variety, but for Lorkos...

Lorkos rose from the fog of feral-mind with each egg hatching, with each blue and yellow creature that rose from the shells. They all had the same word in mind, the same thing that he had heard from his own children so many times.

Lithia.

Lithia.

Lithia.

Each time that he heard it, it brought him a bit more from the mists that had clouded his mind since he had been bound up for this. He slowly looked down at them, and welcomed them all under his wings. It was crowded with fourteen of them, but he knew that they all needed him. They needed their Lithia.

And for himself, he needed them, too.

Ashin...

He knew that he'd have to go for her soon, to find her, but for now, he could enjoy the pleasure of the little ones. They chirped and chattered at him, not quite ready for speech just yet, but soon, he imagined, they would be.

They were, after all, very special.

The End

Summary: Lorkos goes through the process of birthing the eggs that he's been carrying as a feral. It's quite a bit more intense this time around.

Tags: M/solo, F/solo, egg laying, laying, big eggs, dragoness, reptile, scaly, feral, series,